Quiet Annoyance

Most of these things that are not great are under my control not yet to be seen.
I can dream of how I was or who I could have been.

Back to the books my friends.
Maybe I'll have my way before my own party ends.

Just when you think I'm buried I uncover the soil.
A heart beats in a machine of a man covered in metal like fake foil.

This clean table only last for so long before dirtied again.
At times communication is acted at the power of ten.

Everyone has to do your parts.
Thoughts are brought back to me from the days of punishment. At that time most of us were young loving pop tarts.

Lost in a relaxing maze it seems.
Sometimes disturbed by annoying yelling and screams.